Murder Runs in the Family (Southern Sisters Series #3)

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Mary Alice has spared nothing for her only daughter's wedding — from seventy-five yards of bridal train to gourmet food for over three hundred guests and enough glittering elegance to make Mary Alice think about finding herself a fourth rich husband to pay for it all.

Practical Patricia Anne has put away her aunt-of-the-bride blue chiffon and settled back into domesticity when fun-loving Mary Alice calls to say they have a post-wedding date with a genealogist from the groom's ...

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Overview

Mary Alice has spared nothing for her only daughter's wedding — from seventy-five yards of bridal train to gourmet food for over three hundred guests and enough glittering elegance to make Mary Alice think about finding herself a fourth rich husband to pay for it all.

Practical Patricia Anne has put away her aunt-of-the-bride blue chiffon and settled back into domesticity when fun-loving Mary Alice calls to say they have a post-wedding date with a genealogist from the groom's side of the family. Lunch is a fascinating lesson on the hazards of finding dirty linens in ancestral boudoirs that ends abruptly when their guest scurries off with the local judge, leaving the sisters with their mouths open — and finishing their luncheon companion's cheesecake — when the police arrive.

Their mysterious guest has taken a plunge from the ninth floor of the courthouse building — an apparent suicide. But given the scandals a nosy genealogist might have uncovered, the sisters are betting that some proud Southern family is making sure their shameful secrets stay buried. . .along with anyone who tries to dig them up.

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Publishers Weekly - Cahners\\Publishers_Weekly
Retired Alabama schoolteacher Patricia Anne Hollowell and her sister Mary Alice (heroines of Murder on a Girls' Night Out and Murder on a Bad Hair Day) befriend genealogist Meg Ryan at the wedding of Mary Alice's daughter. Afterward, inexplicably, Meg commits suicide by jumping out of the courthouse window, an event witnessed by a judge. It's all too much for Patricia Anne and Mary Alice, and once again they are drawn into playing amateur sleuths. Along the way, the sisters find out that the sweet elderly lady was not above tampering with courthouse records, and perhaps even worse. With wonderful dialogue and descriptions of the guests, the opening wedding scene is truly entertaining, but then the plot spins out of control. The book remains a clever first half of a mystery that unfortunately doesn't hold up.
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Retired Alabama schoolteacher Patricia Anne Hollowell and her sister Mary Alice (heroines of Murder on a Girls' Night Out and Murder on a Bad Hair Day) befriend genealogist Meg Ryan at the wedding of Mary Alice's daughter. Afterward, inexplicably, Meg commits suicide by jumping out of the courthouse window, an event witnessed by a judge. It's all too much for Patricia Anne and Mary Alice, and once again they are drawn into playing amateur sleuths. Along the way, the sisters find out that the sweet elderly lady was not above tampering with courthouse records, and perhaps even worse. With wonderful dialogue and descriptions of the guests, the opening wedding scene is truly entertaining, but then the plot spins out of control. The book remains a clever first half of a mystery that unfortunately doesn't hold up. (June)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780380784493
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 3/28/2001
  • Series: Southern Sisters Series , #3
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reissue
  • Pages: 288
  • Sales rank: 262,815
  • Product dimensions: 4.18 (w) x 6.75 (h) x 0.72 (d)

Meet the Author

Anne George (c.____ - 2001) was the Agatha Award-winning author of the Southern Sisters mystery series which culminate in Murder Boogies with Elvis, publishing in August 2001. Like Patricia Anne, she was a happily married former school teacher living in Birmingham, Alabama. Ms. George was also a former Alabama State Poet and a regular contributor to literary publications. During her lifetime she was nominated for several awards, including the Pulitzer. Being a true lady of the Old South, her date of birth will forever be a mystery.

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Murder Runs in the Family
A Southern Sisters Mystery

Chapter One

Pukey Lukey is here," my sister Mary Alice murmured as she was ushered into the front pew beside me. She turned and gave the groomsman a little wave.

"Did she say Pukey Lukey's here?" my husband Fred whispered into my left ear.

I nodded. Luke is our cousin from Columbus, Mississippi, who always went to the beach with us when we were children. His car sickness was so epic, it has become a family legend.

Handel's Water Music soared to the vaulted ceiling of Birmingham's St. Mark's Episcopal Church.

"You look great," I whispered to Mary Alice. And she did. She actually looked rather regal with her usually pink hair calmed down to an ash blonde, and the tunic top of her lavender dress knocking off about thirty pounds. Which still left her at well over two hundred. "Five twelve and pleasingly plump," she describes herself.

"Hmmm," Mary Alice said, checking me out. "You look good, too, Patricia Anne." Rare praise. I smoothed the blue chiffon skirt I had bought at The Petite Shoppe, size six. Mary Alice and I are asked all the time if we are really sisters. Mary Alice some times asks what they mean by "really," which con fuses the questioner. I tell her that's tacky, that God knows, after sixty years, she should be used to the question and just answer yes.

"What's on your hair?" she asked.

"Roux Spun Sand. It'll wash out."

"That's a shame."

"Tell her I like your gray hair," Fred whispered.

I thought about this a moment. Then, "Fred likes my gray hair," I relayed to Sister.

"Hah."

Handel's Water Music fortunately blanketed my answer.

Mary Alice lookedaround. 'Do you think the flowers are too dark a pink?" she whispered.

"Absolutely not. They're beautiful."

"I cannot believe Debbie is having a wedding like this."

I couldn't either. Mary Alice's daughter, my niece Debbie Nachman, is a successful thirty-six-year-old lawyer, the single mother of two-year-old twin daughters. When she and her fianci, Henry Lamont, announced at Christmas that they were being married in March, none of us had expected Pomp and Circumstance. But they fooled us. Which was how we ended up in the first row of St. Mark's with at least three hundred people in the pews behind us.

"That stained-glass window doesn't look much like Jesus," Sister muttered.

"What did she say?" Fred asked.

"She said that stained-glass window doesn't look like Jesus." "She should know. Probably knew him." "What did he say?" Mary Alice asked. "Nothing.' I raised my eyebrows at Fred. At sixty five, Mary Alice is only five years older than I am. Two years older than Mr. Smart Alec on my left.

"Yes, he did. He said something about how old I am."

"Ignore him."

"What did she say?" Fred whispered.

The organ segued into "Ode to Joy," and the crowd rustled expectantly. The side door opened and Henry, the groom, and our son Freddie, the best man, followed the minister out. They looked so handsome, I opened my purse and started looking for a Kleenex.

"Oh, God. They're both chewing gum," Mary Al ice hissed.

"What did she say?" Fred asked.

"They're chewing gum, Fred!"

The men turned to face the audience. Freddie smiled at us, and all three of us made chewing motions madly. For a second he looked surprised, and then we saw his Adam's apple disappear as he swallowed. He poked Henry with his elbow, and in a minute Henry's gum went down, too.

"Good," Mary Alice nodded.

Our daughter, Haley, was the first down the aisle. The rose-colored bridesmaid dress, while not practical, was very becoming. Its Basque bodice made her waist look incredibly tiny, and the color gave her olive skin a pink glow.

Mary Alice's daughter, Marilyn, was her sister's matron of honor. Almost six feet tall and brunette, she was so much like her mother had been at that age, it was eerie. To see her standing by my five-one, reddish blond Haley was to see Sister and me thirty years before.

The organ crashed into a fanfare that brought everyone to their feet, and the bride swept down the aisle on her cousin Philip Nachman's arm: Really swept. Her dress would have put Princess Di's to shame.

'My God," Fred said. 'That much virginal white could damage your retina."

"Shut up." I punched him with my elbow as we sat back down.

"Dearly beloved," the minister began. Mary Alice and I both got out Kleenex.

It was a traditional ceremony. Debbie, this most independent of women in her thirties, who had been making it on her own for years and doing a fine job of it, thank-you-ma'am, and who, when she decided she wanted children, had been inseminated at the University sperm bank, was "given" by her cousin to Henry Lamont, who was seven years her junior. A wonderful man, granted, but without the proverbial pot to pee in. A temporary condition. Henry was going to be one of the great American chefs. We all knew it.

After the vows were exchanged, Debbie and Henry knelt for a prayer, and then the organist blasted out the recessional. They stopped to kiss Mary Alice and an elderly cousin of Henry's who had sat in the mother's place on his side. The wedding party rushed by, grinning, and then Philip Nachman escorted his Aunt Sister out while Freddie collected Henry's cousin.

'Well, that's it," Fred said.

People were getting up, talking, laughing. I wiped my eyes one last time.

"That was a sticking wedding," I said.

"A what?"

"You know. You can just tell some couples are going to stick together."

We worked our way out into the aisle.

"Didn't you tell me Mary Alice promised old Philip to raise Debbie as a Jew?" Fred asked. "I, wouldn't exactly call this place a temple. Maybe a cathedral."

The 'old' Philip that Fred was referring to was Debbie's father, Mary Alice's second husband. He was also the uncle of "young" Philip Nachman, his namesake, who had given the bride away. "She said she forgot to," I explained.

"She forgot to?" Fred laughed, really laughed, was still laughing as we went out the church door. And I realized I hadn't heard that deep chuckling laugh of his in quite some time. A pinprick of worry tingled for a second. But only for a second, as we were caught up in the crowd of friends and relatives that milled around the front of the church.

"Patricia Anne!" Pukey Lukey hugged me. He is a distinguished-looking multi-millionaire insurance executive in his sixties. He is married to a lovely woman and is the father of a member of the House of Representatives. In short, he has led an exemplary life, been a shining star in the family pantheon. Mary Alice still hates him.

"There was puke in his eyelashes!" she says. "It's one thing to be car sick, but he just exploded. Ruined every vacation we ever went on."

Sister remembers these early excursions to the beach better than I do. I like Luke, though I tend to keep my distance—just in case.

'Luke,' I said, moving back, "how nice to see you. I know Sister will be thrilled you're here."

He looked pleased. I think he still harbors the hope that Mary Alice will forgive him some day. After all, it has been sixty years.

Copyright ) 1997 by Anne George

Murder Runs in the Family
A Southern Sisters Mystery
. Copyright © by Anne George. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
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  • Posted January 12, 2013

    Just plain fun

    With the world the way it is, it is nice to just read for the sheer fun of it. This is the 2nd read for me of this series, and I'm enjoying it as much as the first read-through.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 20, 2012

    Seriously funny!

    Anne George's characters are so truly Southern and so completely Sisters (with all the comforts and baggage). I read this series about 10 years ago and am re-reading them. I still find myself laughing out loud at the antics of the Southern Sisters.

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  • Posted July 24, 2012

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    Never dull with the sisters

    Had a bad day at work? Read one of these books and you'll feel much better.

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  • Posted September 14, 2011

    Southern Charmers

    Bought this item for a friend - getting her hooked on the series. I have already read the Sisters series - LOVED it. Laughed until I cried half the time. Some of the story line seemed far fetched - but - believable with the author's writng style. Read the servies first in print but was able to purchase some of the books on audio too. I think everyone who has a sibling can relate to Mary Alice & Patricia Ann (a/k/a Mouse).

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 12, 2002

    A Fun Down-home Murder Mystery!

    Murder can be fun! Well, at least in books. Anne George, like Lisa Scottoline, has made her mysteries fun and entertaining. The main character of Anne's Southern Sister mysteries, Patricia Anne, has a colorful family (such as Pukey Lukey and Aunt Sister), who add to the fun of the book. And, Patricia Anne's everyday chores (doing laundry, gardening, walking Woofer) pull readers into her life and make them feel right at home! In today's world, where the latest news just adds to worries about wars, layoffs, and fear that 401Ks may soon be 101Ks, it is a relief to get away from all of life's worries with one of Anne's books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 17, 2001

    If you love Southern Mysteries...

    you'll love these Southern Sisters. I especially loved this one because it took me home to Florida. It is refreshing to read a novel with a SOUTHERN setting.

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